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Harley Quinn was bouncing with excitement. Almost literally. She had been pacing around for 30 minutes. Ivy had sent her a text that said “Got something special planned tonight. Be home in 30. Meet me in the greenhouse.”
Harley went right into their greenhouse. If Ivy wanted her here, that could only mean one thing: plants were involved. Was Ivy going to whip her with thorns? Hypnotize her with a special pollen? Cuck her by fucking a plant-man while she watched? All possibilities were exciting. Ivy was really creative when she got plants involved in their love-making.
“Hey Harls,” Ivy said. Harley was quietly humming while pacing in the opposite direction. She jumped up, shocked by Ivy’s sudden appearance.
“Ivy!” She shouted before jumping into her girlfriend’s arms.
“Excited to see me?” Ivy slyly said.
“Duh,” Harley said. “Alright, what are you gonna do to me with these plants? Gonna grow a bamboo shoot into my ass?”
“You certainly are creative,” Ivy remarked. “But not quite. I looked at all those porn books you read and designed something special for you.”
“Hey, those aren’t porn. They’re sophisticated literature.” Harley crossed her arms in protest and took on a haughty tone. “They are ruminations on power and romance. Like Shakespeare.”
“Did Shakespeare have a lot of werewolf cock in his plays?”
“If he was writing today, I believe he would.”
“Okay, well then I crafted a sophisticated erotic fantasy from that literature you enjoy.”
“Yippee!” Harley squealed.
“I just need your cooperation,” Ivy said.
“Harleen Quinzel, reporting for duty!” Harley said, saluting, before ripping her top and bottoms off (she usually wore something tearaway with no underwear) and getting on her knees in front of Ivy.
With a flick of her wrist Ivy summoned two vines, one around Harley’s neck, the other beginning to caress her pussy. Harley eagerly anticipated the squeeze from the vine around her neck, but it didn’t come.
“What gives, Ives?” Harley said. “Are you being a choke tease on me? You know I can take it.”
“Of course,” Ivy replied. “But I wanted to try something special.” Ivy slid her pants off, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stood in front of Harley, just out of her reach. “I want you to worship my pussy, like you do so well. But you need to show me how much you want it. In order to taste me, you’re going to have to strain against that vine. Every moment your cute little mouth is on me you’ll be depriving yourself of air. And it will be so worth it for you.”
“Like in The Count and the Comely Chambermaid!” Harley exclaimed.
“Yes, I told you I read your ‘literature,’” Ivy responded.
“What’s the other vine for?” Harley asked.
“That’s just to fuck you,” Ivy responded. “I wanted your pussy to get some attention too.”
“You’re sweet Ivy,” Harley said.
“You too, Harls,” Ivy leaned forward to kiss Harley, then pulled back and changed her tone from loving to domineering. “What are you waiting for? This pussy isn’t going to eat itself!”
Harley leaned forward, straining against the vine and cutting off her airflow in order to reach her love’s delicious womanhood. She buried her face in Ivy’s folds, tasting her unique essence. Ivy’s taste was more like a plant than a person. It was fresh, hearty, and ever so slightly minty. The vine at Harley’s pussy began to enter her, slowly thrusting in and out.
They kept going like this, with Harley taking quick gasps for air, until both were tired out. Ivy had managed six orgasms, and Harley an impressive eleven. After they were done, Ivy tenderly made sure Harley’s airway wasn’t damaged, and carried her off into a bed of soft reeds and roses she had prepared.